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Troilus and Cressida

Act V, Scene 10

Another part of the plains.
 
[Enter AENEAS and Troyans]
 
AENEAS
        T    T   T       2    ,        ,         ,
      Stand ho, yet | are we mast|ers of | the field,
       ,           ,             ,         ,          ,
      Never | go home;| here* starve | we out | the night.
 
TROILUS
       ,            ,
      Hector | is slain.
 
ALL
                         ,             ,        ,
                        Hector?| The gods | forbid.
 
TROILUS
             ,         ,        ,    2       ,        ,
      He's dead:| and at | the murd|erer's horse|'s tail,
           ,        ,       ,                    ,         ,
      In beast|ly sort,| dragged through | the shame|ful field:
        ,               x          ,           ,           ,
      Frown on | you heavens,| effect | your rage | with speed:  ??
       T    T  . T            ,            ,          ,
      Sit gods upon | your thrones,| and smile | at Troy.
         ,         ,            2  ,        ,          ,
      I say | at once,| let your brief | plagues be | mercy,
            ,      ,          ,         ,         ,
      And ling|er not | our sure | destruc|tions on.
 
AENEAS
           ,         ,       ,        ,          ,
      My lord,| you do | discom|fort all | the host.
 
TROILUS
           ,      ,         ,           ,        ,
      You und|erstand | me not,| that tell | me so:
         ,         ,           ,          ,         ,
      I do | not speak | of flight,| of fear,| of death,
            ,     ,   ,                  ,         ,
      But dare | all im/minence | that gods | and men,
          ,            ,        ,    ,            ,
      Address | their dang|ers in.| Hector | is gone:
       ,                ,      ,       ,    ,
      Who shall | tell Pri|am so?| Or Hec|uba?
           ,      ,      2       T     T   T          ,
      Let^him | that will a | screech-owl aye | be called,
          ,        ,         ,             ,          ,
      Go in | to Troy,| and say | there*, Hec|tor's dead:
        ,            ,          ,       ,         ,
      There is | a word | will Pri|am turn | to stone;
        T    T     .   T   ,      2      ,           ,
      Make wells, and Ni|obes | of the maids | and wives;
        ,    ,                 ,          ,       ,
      Cold stat/ues of | the youth:| and in | a word,
        T     T   T      2    ,          ,       ,
      Scare Troy out | of itself.| But march | away,
       ,            ,           ,        ,        ,
      Hector | is dead:| there is | no more | to say.
        T   T    T      ,     ,  2        ,
      Stay yet: you | vile a|bomina|ble tents,
             ,        ,       ,          ,    2     ,
      Thus^proud|ly pight | upon | our Phryg|ian plains:
           ,       ,        ,      ,        ,
      Let Ti|tan rise | as ear|ly as | he dare,
               ,             ,           ,         ,          ,
      I'll* through,| and through | you; and thou great-sized coward:  ????
            ,          ,            ,             ,    ,
      No* space | of earth | shall sund|er our / two hates,
             ,             ,        ,      ,            ,
      I'll haunt | thee, like | a wick|ed con|science still,
            ,        ,         ,          ,           ,
      That mol|deth gob|lins swift | as fren|zy's thoughts.
         T   .   T    T          ,          ,        ,
      Strike a free march | to Troy,| with com|fort go:
        ,           ,             ,         ,       ,
      Hope of | revenge,| shall hide | our in|ward woe.
 
[Exeunt AENEAS and Troyans. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS]
 
PANDARUS
But hear you? Hear you?
 
TROILUS
        T      Tx      T       ,    ,         ,
      Hence, broker, lack|ey, ig|nomy,| and shame
          ,          ,          ,     ,               ,
      Pursue | thy life,| and live | aye with | thy name.
 
[Exit]
 
PANDARUS
A goodly medicine for my aching bones: O world, world, world! Thus is the poor agent despised: O traitors and bawds; how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited? Why should our endeavor be so desired, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? What instance for it? Let me see.
        ,   ,              ,       ,           ,
      Full mer/rily | the hum|ble bee | doth sing,
            ,          ,         ,       ,          ,
      Till he | hath lost | his ho|ney, and | his sting.
           ,       ,         ,        ,       ,
      And be|ing once | subdued | in ar|med tail,
        ,    ,                    ,        ,        ,
      Sweet ho/ney, and | sweet^notes | togeth|er fail.
            ,         2        ,     ,        3  3       ,         ,
      Good^tra|ders in the / flesh, set | this in your paint|ed clothes;
          ,     ,        ,        ,          ,
      As ma|ny as | be here | of pan|der's hall,
        .    T    T   T      T   T   .  T          ,
      Your^eyes half out,| weep out at Pan|dar's fall:
          ,        ,        ,           ,             ,
      Or if | you can|not weep,| yet* give | some* groans;
              ,         ,    ,              ,        ,
      Though not | for me,| yet for | your ach|ing bones:
        ,         ,   ,         2        T    T    T
      Brethren | and sis/ters of the | hold-door trade,
             ,             ,          ,            ,         ,
      Some* two | months^hence,| my will | shall here | be made:
            ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      It should | be now,| but that | my fear | is this:
             ,        ,         ,       ,            ,
      Some* gal|led goose | of Win|chester | would hiss:
             ,           ,           ,       ,         ,      o
      Till then,| I'll sweat,| and seek | about | for ea|ses;
           ,          ,         ,          ,      ,       o
      And at | that time | bequeath | you my | disea|ses.    (hex with prev)
 
[Exit]

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